 | William Roetzheim - Poetry - 2006 - 748 pages
...desert and illimitable air, — lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd at that far height, the cold thin atmosphere: yet stoop not, weary,...to the welcome land, though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, and scream among thy fellows;... | |
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